I am sitting in a hotel bar in London. It is a quiet place, no more than 8-10 people in the bar for the past hour or so. A young (19-21ish) couple are sitting next to me having what is quite obviously a first-time-for-us-pre-coital chat. Mr Smooth is giving it his best to impress her with his wealth of experience in the business world and his obvious intentions of becoming the next Sir Alan Sugar. Her first real contribution to the seduction, at the top of her Chilean Cab Sav-fuelled voice, is "I've had an STD test and I'm clean. Are you?" "Cough-splutter, emm, errr, yes, I had one last month" says Mr Smooth. "Will we take this bottle up to your room then?" says Miss Demure. What followed was best described as "a rat up a drainpipe".

DRT wrote:I am sitting in a hotel bar in London. It is a quiet place, no more than 8-10 people in the bar for the past hour or so. A young (19-21ish) couple are sitting next to me having what is quite obviously a first-time-for-us-pre-coital chat. Mr Smooth is giving it his best to impress her with his wealth of experience in the business world and his obvious intentions of becoming the next Sir Alan Sugar. Her first real contribution to the seduction, at the top of her Chilean Cab Sav-fuelled voice, is "I've had an STD test and I'm clean. Are you?" "Cough-splutter, emm, errr, yes, I had one last month" says Mr Smooth. "Will we take this bottle up to your room then?" says Miss Demure. What followed was best described as "a rat up a drainpipe".